A Few More Poems, Part Two

A Few More Poems here see the end

Of rhythm and rhyme as I knew it then;

My tome has revealed what I knew as lies,

The way I have bent, even I am surprised;

I’ve brought up a friend, metaphorically called,

Where the realistic, to the abstract, has downfalls.

Look at this- the structure- what can it be?

What has this anthology done to me?

Where I once had a pattern, only madness is alive,

In my heart still though I hope to strive.

If this is my new way, then so let it be,

It’ll evolve once again through anthology three…

(Thirteen lines for a poem, now am I absurd?)

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